If you read my main blog
, you may have read that I'm going to Glastonbury this weekend. In an excited daze of bliss and happiness, I've been telling everyone about this, giggling and jumping up and down. I'm going to Glastonbury! I'm going to see a Tor! I'm gonna find the grail and be the next Queen of England, only to be betrayed by my lover and my best friend. Yay!
Others, however, are not as impressed with this as I am.
When I mentioned it to a girl at work, she blinked at me rather confusedly. "Why, is there another rock concert there
"Rock concert? No, I'm going for the Tor
"Tor? What's that?"
This woman is from England. I figured she was pulling my leg. All English and Scottish and Welsh and Irish people must grow up hearing the Arthurian legends. Aren't they all waiting with baited breath for their Once and Future King? Don't they all make pilgrimages to Stonehenge?
"You know," I said, "with the Arthurian legends, and the Isle of Avalon, and the Grail legends and stuff."
She gave me a strange look. "I've never heard of any of that stuff. I suppose you're going out to Stonehenge, too." She shrugged. "Only Americans... and I guess Canadians... get all worked up about Arthurian legends. We don't really care here."
Another myth, shattered.
Oh well. As I said, I'm going to Glastonbury. If you'd like a postcard, drop me an email (email@example.com), and I will mail one to you.